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 Feb 2021 berk
Travis Green
Your love covers me
in a bed of red roses,
leaves a detailed trace
of lyrical sexiness
on my flesh.

I see you glisten
in a constellation
of brilliant hearts,
a blooming work of poetry
with the words running
off the pages of your book.
 Oct 2020 berk
دema flutter
settling for less is the war
everyone's trying to flee from,

but in fact,
settling for less is
an extra shot of espresso
in the coffee that we
drink each morning
in an attempt
to avoid being alone
for the rest of the day.
 Apr 2020 berk
pearl
cemetery
 Apr 2020 berk
pearl
he ripped the words from my throat
he locked them away
in a box that he calls a 'coffin'
he dug a pit
and buried them six-feet-under
next to the
grave where my innocence lay
 Apr 2020 berk
Holly
Damage
 Apr 2020 berk
Holly
Some people
will have you believe
that damage can be beautiful,
and it's true
that you can find
the sunlight through the clouds.
But my trauma is not pretty.
It is an ugly bruise
that everyone thinks is okay
to poke at,
and watch the black and blue
attempt to change colours
when it heals.
There is no beauty
in crying alone at 3am,
spilling alcohol down your shirt
at a party you're only attending
to drown your issues in,
swallowing tiny little pills
to feel somewhat okay,
avoiding any comfort
because you feel you deserve less.
It is a lonely place to be,
stuck in a broken mind
with one-way windows.
I can romanticise my pain
as much as i want,
but it will always be
a toxic relationship
i have with myself.
And it is not beautiful.
 Apr 2020 berk
Hamad
I wash my hands
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown

my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.
 Apr 2020 berk
elle jaxsun
running
 Apr 2020 berk
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 Apr 2020 berk
Merrimae
Addict.
 Apr 2020 berk
Merrimae
A broken light bulb.
A shattered dream.
A life wasted.
It's not what it seems.

A broken family.
Stressed and tired.
Chance after chance.
Will it ever expire?

Perpetual forgiveness.
Is it worth it?
The tears, the screams.
We are hypocrites.

Shaming you for breaking the bulb.
Yet, we cut ourselves trying to fix it.
 Apr 2020 berk
skyler
people change everyday
so i vow to fall in love with you
every time the sun rises

s.s
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